First things first, I should probably highlight how crap I am in filling out my journal. Anyone would think that I live a very boring life with no excitement at all. (It's true but I don't want everyone knowing this.) I have been poked because I haven't been updating hare so for the person who was poking me, I promise to do better.

Yesterday saw the advent of the yearly KPA football cup. Anyone who knows me knows I am not built for football, maybe when I was younger, but I was a hockey boy back then. These days the bad thing about things like football is all the 'exercise', however much it may be needed. Hence why E words are bad. Especially when you are combining them with a bottle of bud in one hand and a fag in the other. The upshot of it was that our botched together team got well and truely dicked, though we did get a draw in our last match, which saw us head off to the pub for much needed nourishment and free flowing alcohol with a mixed bunch. (I also have to wave at a young lady called Emma, who I only found out last night pops around LJ occasionally.)

Today, have been up early getting ready for a little outing. Heading back down safe, near where I used to live, to see a Uni mate whose 21st it is today. Am going with little guy, who is a good friend and confidante, but not in that why, I shall point out. I believe I shall be forced to drink yet again, it is just such hard work having to constantly keep it up.

Other than that not up to much. In a couple of days I am heading down to Herts Uni for a course, which will eventually end in drinking as well, I wonder about JMAK's bro Patrick and his friend's livers while my own is getting just as much abuse, though it does get a top up now and again with a nice malt whiskey.

I've been having a rather weird day today and thinking of very random things as I am want to do now and again. Here I am having my afternoon cup of tea, tea-time having been and gone, but wanting to get another in before leaving the office and I get out my pack of fox's crunch creams and dip one in my tea, then when eating it is all soggy. Not good. But then I do it again and am still not amused.

Now why is it when you know something or you tell yourself not to do something that you go right back and do it again. It's just crazy. I am a fairly intelligent person so it shouldn't be so hard one would think, instead of havimg crumbly biscuit all over me. And while I am at it, why do they not make biscuits of a more stronger constitution.

As you can see my day is not very thrilling and obviously my mind is being under used if it has time for these random thoughts.

aaahhhh well

Am very frustrated about the football. There was me all set up, cup of tea in one hand and a foxes crunch cream in the other (golden flavour) and France get off to a great start, with an early goal, which was cool, but then Italy came back, which was not a problem, plenty of time to go. Then we're onto extra time, things get more nervous, fingers whittling down, as I have France in the office sweepstake and things were tense. Then from out of no where Zidane turns and bang, bitch goes down, and in theory it's all over. The italian guy must have said something for him to react like that, but nothing excuses the act itself. Then losing Henry as well, I said goodbye to my winning in all but name. There was then definietly pintage consumed to get over the defeat.

On a happy note I'm off to see Pirates of the carribean 2. From what I have seen it looks quite cool, heavy on the fx, but bolstered by the amazing Johnny Depp so should be quite amusing.

It has finally come after four years, £16,000 pounds and too many essays and exams, I have now finally graduated. Had to wear the silly robes and shake hands with the Deputy Vice Chancellor. Sit through the speeches and then have the obligatory pictures for me mum.

It's sort of been strange, because having been here for the last three years and watching people get all nervous about results day, not having that this year as such has been a bit of a let down. With the lecturers strike all results were postponed for three weeks. Which meant that alot of friends had left and the atmosphere was a lot more subdued (though copious drinking was still achieved throughout the evening). Waiting, trying to work all day counting down to four o'clock, keep refreshing my email waiting for the important one to come, and then not having it happened, my fingernails were worn down. Everyone looking into the system at the same time overloaded it, so then I had to go down stairs and look on the board, but then it was all good.

But now it's come to an end, which is a shame, having been in education for 25 years, it will be weird not having to read some book, or write some essay on stuff that makes no sense at all. Roll on next year so I can apply for my masters and then I can stay at Keele longer.

But for now I'm starting to settle down into my office, getting me feet under the desk and start planning for the year ahead.

As you can see, I have findly got around to tarting up my little page,got my usrpics done (lots of cute men) and now the next step will be to start writing, ranting or just thinking out loud to myself

Ignore first, go with second. (Told you I was a novice to this, will have to get someone to take me in hand.)

Okay, i shall soon have something up and running on here once I get used to all this blogging stuff. I will of course get around to making this page a bit more butch, in due course

Watch this space as will soon get into the hang of all this posting stuff and making my page look vaguely butch